In that moment, they understood that their lives would never be the same. They had glimpsed the heights of magical power, and it had changed them forever.
Saint Noble Kyler simply gave a faint smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling slightly. His humility in the face of such praise was genuine, a testament to his character. "I'm just doing my due justice as another Mage," he said, his voice warm and reassuring.
As he spoke, a gentle breeze swirled around him, ruffling his silver hair and causing his robes to flutter softly. It was as if the very air itself was responding to his presence, acknowledging him as its master.
His words, combined with his actions and this subtle display of his connection to the Wind Force, only made him seem that more dazzling in the evening glow of sunlight. He stood there, a beacon of hope and strength, embodying the ideals that all Mages aspired to.
